Maybe we’re spose to trip when we walk,
Spit when we talk,
Sometimes fall short.

Maybe its ok that we overreact,
From our lack, of personal tact.
Maybe it’s ok to feel disatached,
When we cannot latch,
Or know how to act.
Maybe it’s okey to grow from bad,
Reflect on the sad,
Miss what we had.

Maybe they’ll be A day,
That we can look back,
On days we didnt quite hack,
Or the times we cracked,
And learn to abstract,
With give and take slack.

If I were A pessimist,
I’d look at life, and hiss and spit.
If I were A optimist,
I’d look at life, and think what bliss.
Yet I am A realist,
So life to me is hit and miss.

Walls that surround are suffocating.
They’re inducing hyperventilating.
Flip my insides upside down,
Blood pressure spikes then regrounds.
Switch my breathing to automatic,
Mind goes blank, theres only static.
Feels like hands around my neck,  
So much so I have to check.
Vital signs don’t look so good,
Nothings working as it should.
How did I create this manic,
My head is governed by the panic.
Cant I learn A new response,
Something that serves me for once.
Stuck in this mode fight or flight,
Self infliction my worst plight.

I see the moon,
Suspended in the sky,
When I stare into her eyes,
I see future/present/past,
All within her tiny grasp.
I feel her light, so pure and true,
Her laughter makes me feel brand new.
I hear her thoughts -
Those hopes and fears,
Her innocence brings me tears.
With just a look and one sweet smile,
Ships would sail a thousand mile.
She is my one true love,
Who I’ll always serve,
I gave her life,
Its the least she deserves.

“Can I borrow some of your time?”

- “How can you borrow what isn’t mine?”

It’s A strange concept I have found,
As two hands rotate, right around.
They gave you A face -
Where numbers were placed.
They made you tick -
and made you tok.
They attempt to gauge,
what can not stop.
Seems like a shame,
For us to name,
Or try to measure,
Your continuous almighty forever.

This race war has me confused,
Their opinions are outdated views.
If you posses A endoskeleton,
I can assure you, this is relevant -
Racism formed by past hierarchy ?
Forgive those who caused this anarchy.
Racism based on prejudice, fear, presumption?
Forgive the ignorant for their assumption.
We are no more than particles and atoms,
shaped by our historical pattern.
In two thousand and nineteen,
people still can’t see,
that I’m like you and your like me.

They say I am a gateway,
They compare me to class A.
I go by many names,
I’m used in many ways.
Watch me preform my tasks,
Medicinal practice here at last.

To the seizing child on the floor -
Let me steady you once more.
A aching bone feeling sore -
You won’t need pills anymore.
A confused mind needs more time -
I’ll wait with you, will see it through.
Or maybe im just for leisure -
I can enhance, what you pleasure.
Certain compounds within me -
Will help you function, human being.

My death count remains naught,
Unlike the alcohol that is bought.
Don’t abuse what I can do,
Respect me, and I shall you.
As with all things great,
It’s give and take.

I was placed here too grow free,
How can they criminalise me?